After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 911

"Damn it! Wasn't he just a weak pianist? How can he drive so well?" A man in black inside the car behind couldn't help but curse as he watched the silver sports car desperately speeding away. "Move aside, let me handle this!"

Remembering what had just happened, the man in the driver's seat got out of his position with lingering fear and made way for him. "Be careful, Tiger."

Tiger stepped on the gas pedal and rushed towards Clare's sports car like crazy.

"Dare to race with me? Do you think you're Car God S?" Tiger gritted his teeth at the thought of their own car being rear-ended earlier. He exuded a dangerous and gloomy aura all over his body, quickly doubling their speed.

Clare's eyes were deep and piercing, emitting a strong sense of terror. He firmly pressed down on the accelerator underfoot and felt more calm as they crazily chased after them from behind.

Seeing that black vehicle about to catch up with them from behind, Clare suddenly slowed down. The black vehicle was moving too fast and soon passed by Clare's sports car. Clare looked at other two cars following closely in his rearview mirror before turning his steering wheel sharply to collide with that passing black vehicle which brushed past its side.

"Bang!"

The two vehicles collided heavily; then silver sports car plunged into a roadside barrier while that black vehicle spun rapidly across road flying off both those other two dark-colored cars aside.

Just then, Clare quickly started up his car engine again and drove off in opposite direction leaving those people far behind who they were exactly remained unknown until now...

"What? Did he jump into sea?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Can any one of us swim?"

Several men dressed in black looked at each other helplessly before shaking their heads resignedly as they drove away.

The rain became heavier by each passing moment; light drizzle turned into heavy rainfall pouring onto sea surface.

Clare didn't know how long he had been swimming. He was exhausted, but he held onto the plastic file folder tightly in his arms.

was sealed, but after being soaked in seawater for so long, it was likely that water

worry about that now. All he wanted was to get

like a vice. Suddenly, a wave crashed over him and the water

spun and salty water kept pouring into his nose and mouth. His consciousness began to fade away as he thought desperately.

if tied down by countless large stones; he was so tired

of arms supported

became alert again and slowly opened his eyes only to see a familiar beautiful face staring back at him - Mollie! She held onto Clare's waist with both hands while kicking her legs hard in the water

What is

Am I dreaming?

while holding Clare

woman; she had trained with Clare at Air Force Base for more than a

she saw Clare clutching onto the file folder tightly because without it, Clare would have been able to swim

causing Mollie not caring about wiping off all of the water on her face before shouting

hearing Mollie's call for help; they swam towards them quickly until they

beside him saying. "Let me help you get rid of all

hard on Clare's

comfortable now as he took in a deep breath of fresh air, sitting

pour down relentlessly, soaking Mollie through and

clung tightly to her curves, making it hard for Clare to look

in his stomach. His

like this. His voice hoarse, he asked, "What are you doing

there," Mollie explained with lingering fear in her voice. "I noticed some men dressed in black lurking around searching for something or someone. I thought you might be

goodness she had followed her

back on what she had seen earlier on the speedboat made her heart

surface from afar but upon closer inspection realized it was actually a man

she jumped into the water to

holding onto Clare's icy hand tightly while they were both wrapped up in one large towel aboard, an empty speedboat with only basic first aid supplies available; Mollie knew that if only

immediately contacted home, asking their kitchen staff to prepare ginger soup, along with dinner as soon as possible, since nightfall had already descended

his arms, as if he was holding onto his most precious possession and